The Web we Weave
It starts with a small string no real harm.
But as time proceeds more and more begin to form.
As words I'll spoken weaves a tighter web.
Soon the victim becomes entangled in the strings of the said.
Tighter Tighter! They constrict round the speakers neck.
Till they strain no more and lip off the speakers head.
It is a tangled web we weave full of white flies.
But every web has its end.
Usually with the rolling of your head.
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